This is the kind of restaurant where bread service is a coiled metal cone fitted with fig
tapenade, pesto oil and warm, herby flatbread strips.

The Hook: Lobster and truffles

Whether it's lipstick on a pig, pearls on swine or a silk purse and a sow's ear, I think
anti-porcine adages are unfair and outdated. Besides, Latitude 41's take on mac proves you can get
elegant out of plain.

Inside the center divot of a bowl that looks like an inverted pith helmet, tender orecchiette
(ear-shaped) pasta pockets are dressed up in truffly butter and gussied up into superstars by
outrageously wonderful chunks of lobster meat.

The generous lobster meat (lots of hefty hunks) is brilliantly poached in butter, so it comes
out succulent, sweet and stunningly melt-in-your-mouth tender. For sharp contrast, a wheel of
frico-like fried parmesan juts out from the soothing orecchiette. See, pigging out can be
refined.